Sunday, 28 August 2011
Gadaffi
Where is Gaddafi
it seems he is lost?
Is he in Aviemore
amongst the frost?
Maybe in Surrey
down by the Thames?
Salty sea dog,
with seafaring friends.
Lost on the beach
in Blackpool town.
A kiss me quick hat,
& red painted frown.
Soho is calling,
fetish & sex.
Premium rate
subscription & text.
Where is Muammar
to take the blame?
Redundant pawn
in the Congress game.
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Roads paved with gum
Roads that are paved with gum
stuck your dreams to concrete scum,
is this all you can become
living in this soulless slum?
All that’s glistening is fake
every chancer’s on the make,
so you better stay awake
for it’s you they’ll split & break.
Meagre basis for their question,
clueless fools without direction,
cast aside their interjection,
disregard the loose connection.
Weary faces broke & numb
pray to see your hopes succumb,
to their dreary life of scum
stick your dreams to worthless gum.
Friday, 19 August 2011
Citric & Filters
Citric & filters,
like coffee & cream,
china for you,
a dani for me.
Digging the groin,
is bore out of love,
a fit of perfection,
like feet in a glove.
Barrels & pins,
spoon overloaded,
shake coffee beans,
my life has imploded.
I’ll dream,
I'll eternally dream.
Wednesday, 17 August 2011
Regret
Her soft gentle kisses
seeking love & union,
delicate, expectant,
yearning to be found.
Met with abrasive lust,
coarse, callous & cold,
dispassionately bestowed
without her requisition.
Unacquainted he falters,
her anguish a familiar fate,
aching to be kissed gently
longing for him to hold her.
Monday, 8 August 2011
Panic on the streets of London. . . .
You have to question it all really. From a football supporters view the highly respectable people from the area of Tottenham arrived in Wigan last year chanting “ Wigan’s a shithole I want to go home”. Well maybe it is a shithole, but it’s our shithole & we’re not burning it down & looting it as a protest. Ditto West Ham, Aston Villa, Birmingham etc and this from people who call us Northern Monkeys !!
It’s indicative of the countries inability to apply a swathe of social pressure on the government without making an arse of it. Take the French for example; when they dig their heals in they dig them in deep & the responsible authorities listen. Is that the underlying reason though really? There are 12yr old kids throwing bricks at Policemen. I wouldn’t have thrown a dirty look at a Copper when I was a kid, such was the fear of what might happen. There’s no respect for anything, no respect for each other & don’t believe that a lack of respect is a disease of the youth. Who do they learn from? Us, their elders & parents.
So what happens when we the voting public become unhappy with our lot? No-one does anything, we walk around disgruntled & make a noise slightly above a whisper in protest. Enter the thugs; unopposed they smash any rational argument with violence, damage & looting. How the fuck can shitting on your own doorstep & robbing off your own achieve anything?
Gang tags including North9 and NPK sprayed all over the place, are the Police prepared for it? Of course not, but don’t worry because Boris Johnson is cutting short his holiday to come back & deal with it. And what is David “holiday boy” Cameron doing about it? He’s still on holiday.
Is it the disenfranchised using violence as a way to be heard? I don’t know, I ran out of answers a long time ago. My mate has text me to say the riots have kicked off in Walton-on-Thames! Apparently they’re throwing their Moët & Chandon in the Thames!!!
The gap is widening & the opportunities for the disaffected (& self appointed disaffected) to use socioeconomic disadvantages as a means to destroy are on the rise. I can only imagine how the EDF & BNP must be rubbing their hands in anticipation.
I’m no sociological, psychological or political analyst. But I know one thing, it aint looking good & those charged with providing the answers; the elected representatives, don’t seem to know either.
Or maybe it’s a divide & conquer strategy ?
Friday, 5 August 2011
Growing old disgracefully.
Everyday in every way
got a bigger face to wash,
I aint got Rooney’s money
for a follicle new bush.
Should I beg of Gordon Ramsay
for a crater face to heal?
Should I twitter Ryan Giggs
how to KOP a fresh meat feel?
So I emailed Barry Bethel,
I can empathise with him.
Just a roly poly fat cunt
with a lust for chips & gin.
Everyday in every way
got an older face to scrub,
growing old disgracefully
least I’m dying with your love.
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